I could so bitch about some family-in-law issues I'm experiencing right now, but I fear if I get started, I may never stop. Besides, it's a long story and there's no upside in it for me other than I have to learn that I can't control anyone else's behavior or feelings but my own and if I want to be happy, I need to get that.

So instead of all that, we'll talk more about hair!

The lovely, marathon-running Dawn asked me via email how my long hair didn't make me totally insane.

Heh. It did indeed make me a little batty. I've had long hair for most of the last 15-20 years, but I'd never had it that long in my life. I had no idea it would get caught under my armpits while sleeping. Snagged, I tell you! Under my arms! Ideally I braided it before bed, but I kept thinking that I was not Half-Pint nor did I live on a prairie.

And while it did make me a bit crazy, I was still hesitant to bite the bullet and cut if off. I wanted it gone, but didn't want to make the decision. I've discovered that in most areas of my life, if I have no clear-cut direction, I'd rather do nothing than make a decision.

And I must give props to Dawn because she was the inspiration for my Locks of Love donation. She donated her fetching strawberry blonde locks last year, which put the idea in my head. I’d known for a while that I had more than enough for a donation, but I’d done nothing about it. Recently I realized I’ve been waffling in some other areas of my life and wimping out on making decisions there, but I knew *this* was something I could grasp and get done. So I declared it was someone else’s hair and I needed to get rid of it. And I’m so glad I did.